Here\'s the basics:
I\'m a pretty abnormal teenage girl, I absolutely LOVE to write, I live in Arizona, and I speak English and Sarcasm fluently. I\'m a self-described nerd, and I love (read: am obsessed with) Anime, Manga, Video Games, Superheroes, Watching Movies, and Music.

Summary: When you put an iPod on shuffle you hardly know what to expect.
The same goes for these drabbles.
Reader-x-Various
Currently up: Reader-x-America, Canada, L, Yuki Sohma, Kyouya, Genesis, Prussia, NEW! Minato

Summary: [WATCHMEN] "You know why people don't like you, Rorschach?" I ask him. He doesn't even pretend to be interested, doesn't have to be.

"It's got nothing to do with the blood, or manners, or--hell--even the smell." He doesn't look up, but I imagine he wants to. "It's just that you're right, and people don't like that. We're not good at it."

His head turns, but I can't tell what he's seeing behind that mask--if he's really looking. "We can't deal with the truth, and that, my good sir, is why they want to behead you like John." [Self-Insert, Rorschach-centric, just plain depressing]

Summary: Zydrate comes in a little glass vial, And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery, And the zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy, And when the gun goes off, it sparks, and you're ready for surgery, surgery... ReaderXGraverobber